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Diabolik Lovers GRAND EDITION for Switch ;; More, Blood ー Yuma Dark [09]

ー The scene starts in Yui’s bedroom

Yui: ...Zzー... Zzー...

*THUD*

Yui: !?

*Rustle*

Yui: ( What!? What was that sound!? )

*THUD THUD*

Yuma: Come on! How long ya gonna be snoozin’ for, huh!? Get yer ass out of bed!!

Yui: Y-Yuma-kun!?

Yuma: If ya don’t show up soon, imma fuckin’ wreck ya together with this damn door!!

*THUD THUD*

Yui: I-’ll open the door! I’ll open it, so please stop kicking!

ー The scene shifts to the hallway

Yuma: Geez, why do I have to...Hm? Oh, ya finally woke up, huh?

Yui: W-What on earth is going on...Wait, Yuma-kun, those clothes...

Yuma: Ya better get changed right away as well! Ruki asked me to have ya get ready and bring ya with me in time.

Yui: Get changed? You mean into my uniform?

( For one, he never told me anything about going to school... )

Yuma: What else? Do ya go to school naked or somethin’? Aahn?

Aah, I guess I shouldn’t put that past ya. Whatcha say? I wouldn’t mind, honestly?

It’d save me time when I suck yer blood since I won’t have to bother takin’ them off. Hehe, guess I should have ya do that at home from now on?

Yui: D-Definitely not!! Anyway, I’m gonna go get changed so wait here.

*Thud*

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to inside the car

Yui: ( So they do have a limousine as well...I wonder if this is normal in the Vampire world? )

( ...Or rather... )

( Yuma-kun seems really irritated... )

Yuma: Geez, ya stupid bitch. ‘Cause ya took yer damn sweet time, we’re totally late!

Ruki and the others already left before us. Who do ya think is gonna get yelled at afterwards, huh?

Yui: ( Then he could have just come wake me up sooner...But I can’t say that, can I? )

I’m sorry...

Yuma: If ya can apologize to me, then take Ruki’s stupid lecture in my place! Ahー ah! This is such a damn drag, fuck!

Honestly, how did I somehow end up havin’ to raise this dumb-as-fuck Sow?

If only she was as smart as a dog at least, it’d be somewhat more bearable...

Yui: ( Per usual, he doesn’t hold back with his insults... )

Anyway, Yuma-kun, why are we suddenly going to school? It hasn’t been brought up until today...

Yuma: Ya really think I know? I just obey that man’s orders.

Yui: That man...?

( Sounds like he respects this individual quite a bit... )

Yuma: Well, if it wasn’t for him, we wouldn’t be takin’ ya to school. Those guys will be there as well after all.

Yui: ...You mean Ayato-kun and the others?

Yuma: Who else?

Hahーah, pretty sure we’ll be in deep shit if we run into each other on campus.

Speakin’ of which, aren’t ya curious ‘bout them?

Yui: Me...?

I wouldn’t say it hasn’t crossed my mind...But I’m sure they’re all upset so I might be a little scared to meet them...

Yuma: Hm...

Say, what was yer life with them like?

Yui: What do you mean?

Yuma: They like ya enough to throw a fuckin’ tantrum the moment ya suddenly disappear, no?

How did ya manage to wrap that troublesome bunch ‘round yer lil’ finger like that? I’m actually kinda interested to hear.

Yui: I don’t have them wrapped around my finger. I just lived a normal life...

Yuma: ...Heeh.

ー Yuma suddenly pins her down

*Rustle*

Yui: ...!?

Yuma: A normal life, huh...? Say they suddenly pinned ya down like this? And thenーー

*Rustle*

Yui: Wai...!

Yuma: Ya had yer blood sucked after they ripped the clothes off yer body, right? That what ya call a normal lifestyle?

Say...Is havin’ yer blood sucked normal to ya? Aahn?

Selection

→ Of course not! (S)

Yui: Of course it isn’t normal! It hurts, and it’s scary...

Yuma: Haahn? Then why did ya say ‘normal’ earlier? You’re contradictin’ yerself.

Yui: That was just a figure of speech...

Yuma: Like I give a damn. At least take responsibility for yer own words.

Geez, and here I thought ya finally learnt to speak for yerself, but now ya go changin’ yer mind every five seconds.

Can’t ya make up yer mind and stick with it?

→ It might have become that way (M)

Yui: It might have actually become normal to me...

Yuma: Hah! Then why did ya keep on tellin’ me ‘no!’ or ‘stop’, huh? Were ya just actin’ to be all pure and innocent?

What’s the deal with ya, huh...? Were ya actually happy inside this whole time even though ya kept on sayin’ no?

Yui: That’s wrong...!

Yuma: It’s not. Don’t ya feel the same right now? I’ve got ya pinned down underneath me, but you’re barely puttin’ up a fight, are ya?

Yui: ( That’s because his grip on my arms is just too strong, I can’t fight back even if I wanted to... )

Yuma: Well, regardless of how ya actually feel, ya described it as ‘normal’. In that case, I’ll roll with it too.

Then I won’t be holdin’ back either, latchin’ onto ya as is ‘normal’, regardless of the time or place...Nn...

ー Yuma bites her

Yui: ( Says the person who has never held back in the first place...! )

Yuma: ...Mmh...

Yui: Uu, ah...!

Yuma: Nn...Nn...

...Haah...

Heh, yer blood really is the only thing that’s delicious. Is this what did those Sakamaki’s in too?

*Thud*

Yui: ( My head’s spinning... )

Yuma: Hah. Look at that ecstatic (1) expression of yers. Ya really are a ‘Sow’. (2)

No matter how desperately ya try and deny it, the fact you’ve gotten used to havin’ this sorta stuff done to ya, proves that you’re a full-fletched ‘Sow’.

You’re a woman who simply gets swept away by the pleasure, lacking any sense of reason, free will or virtue.

Yui: ( That’s not true... )

ー Yuma steps back

Yuma: Ahーah...This is exactly why those without any pride are dull as heck. They give in the moment they feel a lil’ good.

Oi, ya better wake me up when we get to school. It’s a pain after all.

Monologue

Tossing me on one of the seats,

and if he was fed up with me, Yuma-kun dozed off.

...Just like Yuma-kun said,

have I perhaps been converted (流されている)?

Having my blood sucked (吸われる) is painful and frightening,

and if possible, I would rather not have it happen to me.

ーー However, do I truly dislike it

This question I posed myself before, pops up in my mind once again.

To help shake off said thought,

I squeezed my numb fingertips tightly. (3)

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) 飛んだような�� or ‘tonda youna kao’ literally means ‘a face as if you jumped’. The verb 飛ぶ or ‘tobu’ is used in this sense quite a lot within the DL franchise. From my understand, it describes the faces Yui makes when she loses herself in the pleasure from having her blood sucked.

(2) めすぶた or ‘mesubuta’ is also used as slang to refer to a ‘slut’ or ‘whore’.

(3) I struggled with this line a lot, so I am sorry if my translation is a bit off. Yui specifies that she can’t seem to move her fingertips, but this kind of confused me as well because then how is she squeezing them?? Unless it’s just the fingertips of her one hand but that seems kind of odd as well.

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shaekingshitup · 3 years

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MIRACLES HAPPEN

DAY ONE: TANGERINE

A/N: Y’ALL! I WAS DUPED! @teakturn puts out a 25 Days of Christmas every year and my dumbass said I would do it too. But I decided to add a little diversity to the culture and we’re doing a Chrismukkah adventure this year on this blog! This is picking up after this request that I got earlier this year. None of this shit is proofread because I am literally just writing by the seat of my pants so read at your own discretion. I will probably end up rewriting this entire mini series in the future. But enjoy it now. If you wanna be tagged, lmk! Also, I know that in In Sight I said there was a cure for COVID. Swap that out for a vaccine y’all. Viruses can’t be cured.

Word Count: 2300

DAY ONE: TANGERINE

December 18, 2022

“Baby you ready?!” Tre called into the house as reached into the basket on his way to the garage. He came up empty handed for the keys to his Lexus. Opening the door to the garage, he saw Sol sitting in the passenger seat of the running car.

Tre walked over to his baby as Sol smirked at him.

“You late again,” she said.

“I’m never late,” Tre said opening the door and climbing in, “You just early as always,” he shot back as he put the car in reverse. Sol playfully rolled her eyes. After two years of being together, this was always their running joke. The first time they’d met, she’d been pacing back and forth awaiting his arrival. Even after finding their own groove, she still found herself being the one waiting for him- but, he always made it worth it so it was hard for her to complain.

Tre pulled out of the driveway and clicked the remote to shut the door. Out of instinct, his hand went to Sol’s thigh when he put it in drive. “Did you grab my yarmulke?” Tre asked as he threw her a glance.

“Please don’t insult me. This ain’t my first feast Nemo.” the indignant manner which she spoke had her and Tre struggling to keep in their bouts of laughter. “Yes, baby. They’re in the backseat.”

“Good. Good. What’s the other name for them again?” Tre asked as he merged onto the nearly empty highway. A five a.m call time could be a blessing and a curse.

“Kippah” is the Hebrew word for the male cap and “kippot” is the Hebrew word for the female cap.” Sol answered on autopilot as she mused on their situation. She was still taken aback that they’d been contacted by Black Juice to begin with. She’d been following them ever since they’d done that feature with Drake talking about how his own Jewish faith influenced his career path. Although she wasn’t as active in her Jewish faith as she’d wished she’d been in recent years it was still a huge victory to be acknowledged by the leading Black Jewish media network. Okay so maybe they were the only Black Jewish media network. But that definitely meant they were in the lead! She wasn’t stupid to think that this kind of opportunity would have come without Trevante in her life. But, she wasn’t gonna knock it either.

This 8 Days of Miracles was the perfect task she needed as she figured out what the next step was for her career. Now that she’d finally finished her academic portion of her career she wasn’t sure how to proceed. So throwing herself into this project and hosting both her family and Tre’s for the holidays was the best distraction she could ask for. This time always gave her hope and made her realize that any kind of bullshit she’d put up with wasn’t in vain. It was her annual reset. New Year’s be damned. It also made her feel closer to her father and there wasn’t anyone in this world she’d loved more. At least that’s what she’d thought. She felt pressure on her thigh from the number one contender for her heart as Tre gave her a slight squeeze.

“What’s on ya mind Sunshine?” Sol looked down at his hand and couldn’t help but cheese. She still beamed every time he called her by that nickname.

“I was thinking about my dad and how proud he’d be to see me reppin his faith,” Sol said absentmindedly touching her necklace. Tre listened attentively as he grazed his thumb against her thigh in a gentle motion. “ I mean, I don’t know if he could have known that all of the years he instilled in us the value of miracles when we were children we’d still be celebrating Hanukkah after he was gone.”

“I’m sure he didn’t know.” Tre started out slowly. He honestly wasn’t even sure if she’d finished her thoughts, “But, he probably hoped you would.” The phone rang as they turned off the street and into the lot. “STEPH 👷🏿‍♀️💪🏿” flashed across the Caller ID on his dashboard. Tre clicked the answer button on his steering wheel as Sol handed him his badge to show to Nico, the Security Attendant.

“We’re at Security Steph,” Tre answered as he nodded at Nico.

“Okay good. I just wanted to make sure we were starting the day off on time.” Tre and Sol shared a glance.

“Woman don’t start with me. Call time is 5 and it’s 4:39. We don’t play that late shit over here and you know it.

“Well, I also grabbed your favorite donuts from Craft Services so no one else would steal them and I wanted to know how long I had to hoard them for your ungrateful self. I can put them back if you’d like sir,”

“Steph. You can ignore Tre.” Sol chimed in. “We appreciate you and will be walking in the door in exactly 2 minutes. Tre is parking as we speak. We’ll see you soon.”

“Tre, you lucky you have her. Keep her if you want to keep the best managent in town. Bye y’all!!” Steph sang as she hung up. Sol let out a cackle because Steph refused to be referred as anything other than a managent as Tre stood there dumbfounded at how he was being left out to dry. But he knew better than to go against two black women before he’d even finished his morning coffee. He just hopped out the whip and opened Sol’s door so she could do the same.

Once they’d gotten their morsels of food, gone through hair and makeup and snapped a few photos for Black Juice and their own social media accounts, they were back on the road headed deeper into LA. They had a cameraman in the backseat filming their every move, one car guided them to their location and another followed them as they maneuvered through the cars that were poppin up for their morning commutes. Sol was on her IG live and answering any questions that popped up about where they were headed and her Hanukkah festivities. She watched as the number quickly jumped from 5,000 viewers to 13,000 and counting. She wasn’t sure what this many people were doing up at this hour but she wasn’t complaining. Tre’s mama was of course one of them. He was a mama’s boy through and through and she was always there to support him at any opportunity she could. Sol made sure to greet her specifically. Tre bopped his head to some Jill Scott- being careful not to let his yarmulke fall. Sol sipped some hot cocoa from her thermos and sang off key with him. As soon as they turned on a residential street, she felt awash in a new warmth that the hot chocolate couldn’t touch. She shook Tre’s arm enthusiastically.

“It’s time!!” she beamed, “Are you ready?!” Tre chuckled at her immediate change in attitude. The car in front was already parked and the camera crew was out on the sidewalk.

“Yes Sol. I’m ready to spread some holiday cheer. Let’s go make somebody’s day he said. Before Tre could even put the car in park, she was reaching for the handle”

“AHT AHT AHT” Tre barked out loud causing the cameraman man in the backseat to jump,“ Tre was already exiting the driver’s side and pointed his finger at her as he crossed in front of the car “Don’t even try it.” Sol rolled her eyes and pouted as she waited the few seconds for him to open her door.

“Thanks Tre,” she stuck out her tongue. She was like a kid in a candy store and was ready to full out sprint to the front door. The IG live comments were flying.

Okay Daddy Tre! I need a mans to talk to me like that. 🥵🥵

Did this man just bark at her? 🐶

Loook so long as he handles this backdoor he can open any other door that he pleases sis!

Y’all females is wylin as usual.

Sol glanced at them. “Imma need y’all to stay out of grown folks’ business and just enjoy this holiday work we are puttin in okay” She handed her phone to another crew member and grabbed Tre’s hand to drag him to the front door.

She pushed the button for the doorbell but no sound rang out. Tre gave three succinct raps on the door and heard someone rushing down the stairs. The door was flung open by a woman in black slacks and a blinding blue polo emblazoned with a nametag that ironically labeled this young woman as “Tangerine”. She couldn’t be more than 25 years old and the toddler saddled on her hip only added to her youthful appearance.

“Hi Tangerine,” Tre began, “My name’s Trevante and this is Sol,” he gestured to Sol at his side.

“Hi?” Tangerine answered confused at this couple and the cameras that followed them.

“We’re here today with Black Juice, a local Black organization that highlights the experience of the Black Jewish community and we’re doing 8 Days of Miracles,”

“Okay..” Tangerine said not sounding any less confused. “ I’m not Jewish.” Sol took over as she could tell that Tre’s efforts weren’t getting them anywhere.

“We’re here because your friend Kira sent in a letter telling us about how great of a mother you are. She said that you’ve been working two jobs here to support you and your daughter.” At this, Sol smiled at the baby, “She told us that the second job you have is for daycare expenses alone. We wanted to come out here today and let you know that we see what you do and how hard you go to make sure you give your daughter the best. So, we wanted to help you out and give you this. “ Tre gave her the envelope he had in his hand. It read “Day 1: Tangerine”

Tangerine took the envelope as Tre explained. “We’ve paid for your daughter’s child care for the next two years so you can give yourself a break.” She opened the envelope to see the receipt from Tiny Tots Kindercare and didn’t even know what to do.

“I don’t know what to say.” She paused for a moment as what this truly meant registered in her mind. “I can quit this job and actually spend more time with my baby and focus on my candles.”

“Your candles?” Sol asked.

“Yeah. I make candles by hand. I took a few classes and have played with a few scents. Some friends have asked me to make them some and I’ve been waitin to be a little more secure with my money before I start at it.” she answered exhaling deeply.

“Do you have any candles right now?” Tre asked peeking a little further in her apartment. Sol slapped his arm.

“Could you be any nosier?” she chastised with love.

“Yeah I have some. Do you mind holding Layla?” she asked but she practically threw the child into Sol’s arms as she ran to grab her stash of candles. Sol put on her sweetest voice and spoke to Layla about how old she was and if she liked her friends at daycare. When her mom came back Sol could see the sheer joy that she had when showing off her handiwork.

Tangerine went through all six of her candles and their various scents with them and by the end Tre had bought each one. She was floored and couldn’t do anything but cry at the way her morning was turning around. It wasn’t even 7:30 and she’d already gotten 2 years of childcare, a reason to quit her grocery store job and someone who actually wanted to buy her candles.

Before they left, Tre made her promise to hit him up when her site and IG were live so he could get more candles and share it with all of his friends. Sol returned Layla to her mother saying her goodbyes and grabbed Tre’s hand to head back to car. She leaned on his shoulder and he could see the contentment in her eyes. Sol almost forgot her phone before a crewmember handed it back.

She came back to the IG Live trying not to get too emotional. “Look at that y’all! Day one of Hanukkah is off to a start and we’ve already proved that miracles happen! Y’all better stay tuned in over the next week so you can see who we pop in on next. You never know if it could be you! Thanks to Black Juice for giving us this opportunity to turn someone’s ordinary day into something smile about. Y’all betta check them out so you can see the full footage of what we’ve got goin on! Bye y’all!

“Bye y’all!” Tre called out. They answered a few more questions with Black Juice, said their goodbyes and climbed back into their car.

“Can we go back to bed now?” Tre asked as he pulled back onto the main road and his hand founds Sol’s thigh again. Sol laughed.

“I mean if that’s what you prefer we can. I had some other things in mind.” she suggested.

Tre raised his eyebrow. “I swear you see one baby and you always go 0 to 100”

“Look, I just believe in practicing all aspects of having a child! Even the making part.”

Tre threw his head back laughing. “I’m wit it babygirl”

DING!

“That’s me” Sol said. She looked at her phone screen. A text from “Mama Rhodes” popped up. She’d sent some Pinterest looking bible verse again.

This was the third one this week. It dampened her mood immediately and caused her to groan. The text read:

Seeing you with that little girl made me so happy for the good Christian grandbabies that you and Tre will be blessing me with in the future. I thank Jesus for the miracle of you and my baby everyday XO.

“Tre, I got another one from your mom. When are you gonna talk to her?”

Tre sighed. “I promise. I’ll talk to her soon and it will definitely be before your Chrismukkah Extravaganza. Don’t sweat it baby.”

Sol did her best not to think about how pushy his mother was being about this raising Christan grandbabies nonsense ever since they announced they’d be partnering with Black Juice. All she could do is trust Tre and do what she was best at: wait.

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bumblesimagines · 4 years

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Headcanon

Being Malachai's ex

Request: Yes or No

The way (Y/N) talks in this is the way I talk irl

Your relationship with Malachai was... Rocky to say the least

You were high school sweethearts and did everything together

You were each others first times for everything. All the way from first kiss to first time taking drugs

It started out ride or die

But as the years went on, you noticed that Malachai was changing

He went from being a sweet guy to putting up this big bad gangster persona

He didn't change his behaviour towards you until he dropped out to become King

You stayed in school, mostly because you knew doing drug runs wouldn't and couldn't be a forever kind of thing

It was difficult

You were busy with your studies and Mal with the gang

It was then when Malachai started acting up

He started drinking more, getting high more

Arguments broke out more

"I'm not the fucking one, Malachai! I swear to fuck, if you think you can get away with disrespecting me then you got another thing coming, dog!"

"I don't get why you're fucking yelling at me!"

"Because you're out here saying you're doing business but then it comes out that you've been flirting with bitches and I ain't 'bout that life!" You screamed in return, grabbing a glass and throwing it to the floor, letting it shatter.

It got to the point that you two became on and off

Malachai apologized for his behavior, you would forgive him and take him back

It became a toxic cycle until eventually the both of you snapped

The gang was used to your many arguments. You shook your head, laughing in disbelief that this pendejo really thought he was all that.

"Dog, I know you've been itching for a fight so you could have an excuse to go out and fuck these bitches!" You yelled. Malachai scoffed.

"You be acting as if you don't got a line of motherfuckers waiting." He barked back. You clenched your jaw.

"Listen, Mal-"

"I'm fucking done with your ass, man!" Malachai shoved you back. You stumbled, shocked. Ghoulies quickly got between the both of you, not wanting a fight to break out. Most of them not only saw you as Malachai's boyfriend, they saw you as their second king.

"You put your hands on me, dog." Your voice threatened to crack. Malachai was too annoyed to care about his actions.

You finally decided to end the cycle and leave

You packed your stuff while Malachai went out to a street race

You moved in with your cousin after making the Ghoulies promise that they wouldn't tell Malachai where you were

Your cousin was a Ghoulie as well, so she kept you updated

"He threw a fit when he saw that you're stuff was gone. One of the boys said he heard him crying and breaking stuff."

Even when you were off, you kept your belongings in Malachai's room so for you to pack everything up, it meant that you were done for good

It was hard for you

You were ride or die for Mal

You were willingly to risk everything for him

You missed his scent, his smile, his hugs, his kisses..

But you both needed it

You successfully and surprisingly avoided Malachai for four whole years

In that span, Malachai had gotten incarcerated and you debated going to visit him but decided against it after learning that he would be let out early

You had gotten a beautiful baby girl with a kind baby mama

Then, it happened

You heard loud and hard knocks on the door

Your cousin shot you an odd look and picked up her bat as you gently held your baby closer to you

She left to answer the door

"Imma deal with you later, where is he?"

Fuck

He knew

You stood, heading towards the front door

No use hiding anymore

"Don't be walking in here like you own the place." You said, holding your girl to your hip.

Malachai looked much more mature and attractive

His eyes snapped to you, meeting your eyes for a brief second before they focused on the baby curiously watching him

"She yours?"

"None of-"

"I'm still your damn king. Is she yours?"

"I see you're still a disrespectful shithead."

You were probably the only person whp could insult Malachai and live

Malachai blew a raspberry, rolling his eyes

A moment of silence passed

"We should talk." He finally spoke up

You handed your girl to your cousin and led him to the kitchen, sitting down at the island

"Where were you? I fucking needed you. The first thing I needed when I got arrested was you and the first thing I needed when I got out was you. You knew, I know you did." Malachai said, crossing his arms.

"I looked for you. I looked for you everywhere, hell, I even asked the Serpents if they had seen you." You looked away. Malachai grabbed your chin, making you look at him. Something he did when he was having a serious talk with you.

"I was done being disrespected and brushed off. The moment the thought of putting your hands on me crossed your mind was the moment-"

"That I regretted the most. I was high and wasn't thinking straight. I regretted it the moment I saw the hurt and shocked look on your face. I-" Malachai cut himself off, propping his elbows on the island and covering his face.

It hurt

It still hurt

You loved him, you always would

Seeing him hurting made your stomach churn

Malachai uncovered his face, revealing watery eyes

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

You stared at him, searching for any sign of him lying but there was only hurt and regret

"Okay."

"Okay?"

You shrugged, "I accept your apology."

Malachai nodded, sniffling

"If you want things to go back to the way they were before... You're gonna have prove that you're gonna be loyal and truthful with me and that you're gonna care for my girl." You said, watching him.

Malachai nodded again, "Okay.. I can do that."

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thedragonofmajima · 4 years

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ash’s dad: *insults him* max: *rolls sleeves up* aight, imma bout to fuckin throw hands with you

He boutta snap

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themurphyzone · 5 years

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Oneshot: Lollipops and Burritos

Summary: How does a studious man with big dreams and a slacker with no regard for the rules become partners? Easy, just make your own rules.

Spoilers for First Impressions!

Seriously I loved the Dakavendish in this episode like there’s so much it’s not even funny well it is but you know what I mean! Imma stop rambling now and get on with the story!

This was it. Today was the big day. On August 26, 2168, Balthazar T. Cavendish would pass his driving test with flying colors and become a full-fledged agent of the Bureau of Time Travel, an agency dedicated to protecting the delicate space-time continuum from evildoers, miscreants, and the shadowy Marmoset League.

Agents had it all: limousines with aquariums, high society parties, stylish tuxes and gorgeous dresses, and most importantly, recognition for their efforts in saving the world.

Cavendish always aimed high in his goals. What was the point of setting them if you didn’t aspire to achieve great things? When he was young, he dreamed of being a famous concert pianist.

Mozart had been invited to play in a royal palace when he was but a young lad. Beethoven composed despite his deafness. With the great composers of history as his inspiration, Cavendish had practiced and practiced until every note, rhythm, and key signature was burned into his mind.

But he was just a small fish in a big pond. He’d competed against children who fiddled before they walked, and the judges overlooked him despite his efforts to play everything as written in the piece.

So he turned to law in the Queen’s court instead. Barristers were fair, thorough, and had extensive knowledge of the precedents regarding a case. He would help the judges deliver justice for the innocent and punishment for the guilty.

Then Queen Elizabeth IV banned him from the royal palace for life because he dared to call her out for her refusal to compensate a florist for the damages that her precious corgi, Mr. Marshmallow Biscuit Longfellow, caused at his shop.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true.

He refused to go back anyway since Mr. Marshmallow Biscuit Longfellow urinated on his favorite suit and he had no choice but to throw it away.

Then Cavendish went back to school, taking classes such as Theoretical Mathematics of Time Travel and How to Avoid Erasing Yourself from History 101 until he’d earned his Bachelor’s of Science in Time Travel. Then he applied for a job at the BoTT and the rest was history.

Cavendish spent three harrowing months studying for this driving test. An important part of driving was knowing the car’s mechanics after all.

And when he passed, he’d be a full-fledged agent!

Despite his nerves, he forced himself to concentrate on his electronic manual for this particular model of time travel vehicle. Student drivers used basic 2160 Tempos for easy handling and an auto-pilot to help get them back on track if they accidentally wound up in the Dark Ages.

But if he clawed his way up to the S-Rank in BoTT, he could earn enough to buy a highly coveted 2167 Chronos Satellite, which was equipped to fly in the lower regions of space while providing a steady oxygen supply, temperature control, and enough safety features so that the driver didn’t accidentally hurtle to earth in a fiery blaze.

“The Time Delineation gear is for quick trips in local space, allowing you to move three times faster than local time,” Cavendish recited. He knew the book forwards and backwards by now, but last-minute cramming never hurt anyone.

“Alright, Cavendish,” he said as he stored the manual. Sounding confident was key. “You are on your way to becoming a fully-fledged time agent! This deserves a lolly!”

Alright, so he couldn’t resist a black currant lollipop. It was the best flavor on the market in his humble opinion.

Then the driver’s door suddenly opened, and before he knew it, he was unceremoniously shoved into the passenger seat by some...some hoodlum with the largest afro Cavendish had ever seen in his life.

The world was a cruel mistress. He spent all this time studying for this moment, and the payoff was being carjacked by some greaser who thought he looked good just cause he wore a leather jacket.

And to add insult to injury, the jerk wasted his last black currant lollipop.

Dakota liked food, music, and movies. He was just a simple guy with simple pleasures. While he’d be perfectly happy working in restaurant jobs for the rest of his life, it didn’t pay the bills.

Companies preferred robot workers these days. More efficient and less costly, they argued.

Most human servers worked in small family-owned restaurants, but they’d be out of luck in a few months when the patrons inevitably moved onto more snazzy, well-known businesses.

Two weeks ago, Dakota had the bright idea of dressing up like a robot and seeing how well he could imitate his mechanical co-workers at a popular fast-food joint. It worked for a few hours, but his appetite got the better of him and he was caught stealing chicken strips on camera.

He’d been carted off to jail and charged with impersonating robots without a permit. Humanity had advanced to flying cars and time travel, but they’d never been able to fix the justice system.

On the plus side, the incident had given Dakota the idea to get a permit so he could legally impersonate a robot.

He discovered the eviction notice after he’d been released from his week-long stay in jail. There just hadn’t been enough money to pay rent and groceries. He could pay rent and starve, or he could pay for food and allow himself to be kicked out.

It wasn’t a hard choice, nor was it a total loss. Dakota was already a recruit for the BoTT, and they had many private study rooms. They called it a study room, Dakota called it his bedroom, but either way, it was a room.

And the cafeteria food was delicious.

The morning of August 26, 2168 was just like any other. Dakota scarfed down his eggs and French toast, topping it off with a glass of orange juice. As he prepared to sweet-talk Penelope the mechanical cafeteria lady into giving him a second batch of eggs, the intercom beeped.

“New time agent recruits, please select a vehicle for your driving test. If you survive today, you’ll get your first assignment and partners tomorrow. Thank you,” a bored man in some serious need of coffee announced.

For some reason, the announcement had given him a craving for one of Rita’s burritos in the 21st century.

“Yo, Penelope, that a new ocular lens on ya? Looks good. Say, how ‘bout holding a few chocolate muffins for me? I’ll pick ‘em up later,” Dakota said, leaning on the counter lazily.

“My circuitry is heating up,” Penelope monotoned.

Though she had no outward forms of expression, Dakota knew from experience that circuitry heating up was the equivalent of blushing and that she would honor his request.

With everyone scrambling to file last-minute digital work (paper had been completely phased out), the path to the holding bay for student vehicles was clear.

After a brief round of eenie-meenie-miney-mo, Dakota headed over to the winning vehicle and opened the door, which thankfully wasn’t locked.

“Slide over, stretch. I need a ride,” Dakota said as he shoved the driver—a tall man with ginger hair and thick-rimmed glasses—aside and made himself comfortable.

“Wait a minute, who are you?” the other man asked indignantly. His accent was overly posh like one of those fake Brits on TV. He held a purple lollipop in his outstretched hand, and Dakota snatched it up, much to the other man’s dismay.

He was kinda funny actually, so Dakota decided to name him Stretch.

“Is this for me? Thanks!” Dakota exclaimed as he stuck the lollipop in his mouth. Something to suck on for the road couldn’t hurt.

Then an extremely bitter flavor exploded across his tongue, and Dakota yanked the lollipop out of his mouth, exclaiming his disgust for Stretch’s choice in flavor.

“BLECH! What flavor is this?” Dakota asked in disgust. He was going to need some extra salsa to get rid of this gross flavor that had no right existing.

“Black currant,” Stretch enunciated carefully, his eyebrows knitting together.

Yeah, didn’t look like they were getting along, especially if Stretch insisted that black currant was delicious and Dakota’s taste buds were the ones that were in need of major readjustments.

Dakota threw the disgusting lollipop over his shoulder, its purple juices making the entire thing stick to the window.

“Not even gonna ask what that is,” Dakota muttered as he started up the car and opened a time portal.

Good thing he knew a shortcut, because he seriously needed to get that lollipop out of his system.

Cavendish privately named this man—no, this unwanted hitchhiking selfish lollipop-stealing vagrant ‘Hoodlum’.

It didn’t matter how loud Cavendish protested. Hoodlum broke every speed limit law in the manual and in all of existence, took bends at two hundred temporometers an hour when the recommended was just fifty, and didn’t check the gauge to make sure they had enough time juice to last the entire trip.

In the span of thirty seconds, the vehicle was caught in the powerful jaws of a T-rex, used as leverage for a sauropod to reach some high-hanging leaves, and battered by an angry Triceratops.

By the time Hoodlum finally got them to the safety of paved 21st-century streets, the time vehicle had been battered and bruised to the point of being a miracle that it functioned.

“What. Was. That?” Cavendish asked flatly, too scared for his life that he couldn’t outwardly express his mortal terror.

“Shortcut through the Mesozoic,” Hoodlum said casually, as if he hadn’t just taken them on a crazy joyride that would’ve made them another statistic to the list of BoTT recruits who didn’t survive the training. “Come on, let’s get some burritos.”

Hoodlum pushed the eject button, and Cavendish was thrown onto the asphalt, his glasses knocked askew from impact.

“Tres burritos, Rita!” Dakota called to a nearby street vendor. “That means three burritos, Rita.”

This miscreant was actively sabotaging Cavendish’s driving test with his reckless, self-serving ways. Who did he think he was anyway? Cavendish’s anger boiled to a breaking point. He was sick and tired of being tossed around like a ragdoll caught in the whimsical fantasies of a child who’d never grown up.

“GREAT GRABKNACKLES! YOU RISKED OUR LIVES FOR A LOUSY BURRITO?” Cavendish stormed up to Hoodlum, pointing an accusing finger in his face. Cavendish ignored the dirty looks Hoodlum and Rita threw his way.

Any sane person would know perfectly well that burritos did not supersede basic self-preservation.

“No, no. I risked our lives for an amazing burrito, so good it only exists in this time and place,” Hoodlum retorted. “You want nachos with yours?”

Cavendish scowled and folded his arms. He would never sink low enough to accept food from Hoodlum. “You would make a terrible partner,” Cavendish snapped, pointedly turning his back to this scoundrel.

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t asking,” Hoodlum replied.

That was the only sensible thing he’d said all day.

Stretch didn’t want a burrito.

Fine, whatever. Dakota tried, at least. Though who in their right mind would turn down an amazing burrito? Literally, an Amazing Burrito. It was right on the sign.

Rita quietly excused herself, not wanting to be part of the awkwardness that permeated the air as Dakota ate and Stretch grumbled.

Stretch seemed to have two speeds: Buzzkill and Even More Buzzkill.

Really, hadn’t this guy ever heard of fun in his life?

“It’s in the manual. Page 9, Paragraph 15, Line 5. ‘A recruit may not use a company vehicle for personal use’,” Stretch quoted.

Dakota had no desire to open the manual and check it himself, but he was pretty sure the manual didn’t have every individual paragraph and line marked. He almost felt bad for Stretch. He didn’t seem to have much of a social life if he memorized everything in that dusty old knickknack.

“THERE ARE RULES, MAN!” Stretch yelled, shoving the manual in Dakota’s face.

For a stickler, Stretch had no qualms about invading personal space and breaking rules on basic politeness.

Dakota had to give the man a point.

“I know, I just choose not to follow them,” Dakota proudly admitted. Rules never did anything for him, so why should he have to obey some stupid list?

“When we get back to our own time, I will be reporting you to the proper authorities,” Stretch said pompously, puffing out his chest in a pitiful attempt to be authoritative.

Really, his spaceman suit was working against him in that regard. It looked more ridiculous than anything.

Besides, the authorities never could make charges stick for long. Robots were so easy to bribe with spare nuts and bolts.

“Not everything’s in that manual. Sometimes you gotta improvise when the unexpected happens-” a strange whooshing noise caught Dakota’s attention, and he craned his neck to see a torrent of water carrying a battered school bus with a rocket sticking out of its roof and—were those kids being dragged behind on a broken back door?

“-like that! Those kids need help!” Dakota shouted, tossing his burrito aside as he leaped out of his seat. “Come on, let’s roll!”

He wasn’t sure how those kids wound up in such a precarious situation, but their bus driver was endangering their lives and not even slowing down so he had to do something!

As he darted toward the car, he suddenly realized how cool it would be if he could leap over the car hood like some inexplicably awesome action hero.

He felt like a regular James Bond, like a jerky 1980s movie protagonist whose trumpets bellowed their theme like they were some god descended to earth and-

He felt that solid concrete hurt.

A lot.

It all happened so fast. One moment they were locked in a vicious argument, then they saw children in peril (an incredibly strange sort of peril, but they called it peril for a reason), then Hoodlum shouted about rescuing them and wound up faceplanting into the asphalt as he tried to leap over the time vehicle’s hood.

If the situation wasn’t so dire, Cavendish would’ve been more than happy to hold it over Hoodlum’s head as karma.

Cavendish buckled himself a scant two seconds before Hoodlum gunned the engine, floored the gas pedal, and crashed through a fence without remorse for destroying public property.

Cavendish found himself not caring that they broke the rules regarding wonton destruction with a time vehicle as outlined on Page 45, Paragraph 6, Lines 3-7.

Fences could be replaced. Children’s lives could not.

As they pursued the school bus at a speed that surely couldn’t be safe for any car, much less a near-totaled one, Cavendish caught a glimpse of the panicked expression on Hoodlum’s face. He gripped the wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white as he wildly spun the wheel to avoid oncoming traffic.

Hoodlum didn’t know these kids.

But he would still shatter speed limit laws, risk crashing himself, and refuse to adhere to BoTT’s rules about revealing the existence of time travel before it was invented for them.

Cavendish had a feeling that he sorely misjudged Hoodlum after all.

The rocket propelled the bus into a river, and the children—dear White Cliffs of Dover how were they even holding on at this point—were getting further away every second.

“We’re going to lose them!” Cavendish shouted as the bus careened down the opposite fork in the river.

“Not if I can help it!” Hoodlum yelled, slamming the gas pedal to the floor and pushing their odometer to dangerous levels.

Cavendish clung to his seat for dear life, an uncomfortable pit of dread settling in his stomach that wasn’t just from being airborne and upside-down.

His first mission as a time travel agent would not end in tragedy. He’d never forgive himself if it did.

The moment they landed (right-side up thank goodness) on the opposite bank, the rocket suddenly ignited, pushing the bus and children even further out of their reach.

“They’re going too fast!” Cavendish bit back a curse. They’d been so close that time, yet the chance of a successful rescue had been snatched from their grip.

The water churned and swirled uncontrollably, throwing all sorts of flailing aquatic creatures into the air.

Just their luck, the children and the bus door they’d been riding on went airborne and the rope that tied them to the bus fell away.

Dakota gritted his teeth, massively frustrated that they’d been so close to getting those kids away from danger but failing every single time. “And now they’re airborne,” he griped.

“Wait, we’ll use the Time Delineation gear!” Stretch exclaimed.

Dakota had no idea what Stretch was talking about. They didn’t have time to waste. “The what now?”

“It’s the Time Delineation gear! It allows you to move three times faster than local time! That’s in the manual!” Stretch exclaimed, pulling a lever through a series of ninety-degree turns. A strange power surrounded the time vehicle, bringing everything to a near-complete standstill while Dakota maintained their rapid speed.

Water stood still, animals were suspended in their movement, and the children and door hovered in midair without being subject to gravity.

It was incredible.

If Stretch hadn’t memorized that manual, neither of them would have known about the Time Delineation gear and the children’s lives would be in even greater jeopardy.

When all was said and done, maybe Dakota could borrow Stretch’s manual and see if anything else in there would be useful.

If Stretch was willing to forgive him for the whole burrito thing, that is.

“Whoo-hoo!” Stretch yelled. “We’re actually driving on water!”

Huh. So Stretch could smile after all. Who knew? He looked good.

“Bet that wasn’t in your manual!” Dakota exclaimed.

He leaned forward, giving the car one last burst of speed before they went airborne a second time. The underside of the bus door hit the windshield, and he and Stretch held the door in place with their fingertips. The two children, a boy with an overly-large backpack and a girl with flaming red hair, had frightened expressions on their faces but seemed physically unharmed.

How two elementary-age children wound up in this situation, he had no idea.

Stretch pulled the Time Delineation gear back into its previous position with his free hand, and the timeflow went back to normal.

The rocket finally burned out, thank goodness.

Driving was harder with just one hand, and Dakota nearly rammed into the back of the stopped school bus in front of the elementary school. He was just glad the student driver cars had excellent brakes.

The momentum of their sudden stop caused the children to fly off the windshield and into the safety of the bus, the door slamming shut into place behind them.

Once Dakota and Stretch recovered from nearly hitting the windshield themselves, they sighed in relief.

The return trip to 2168 had been awkward, to say the least. Whether Hoodlum drove at normal speed because he wanted to or because the poor car suffered enough abuse, Cavendish had no clue. After Hoodlum’s reckless yet heroic driving, Cavendish decided to hold his tongue for once and make plans for the imminent future.

Cavendish knew he didn’t have the best track record when it came to working with others. Back when he played piano, he never worked well with an accompanist. Too often those sessions devolved into a screaming match over tempo and dynamics. He’d cultivated a reputation for being uptight and obnoxious in the barrister community.

It would be difficult to work with someone he didn’t know, but he supposed he’d manage. They would just be work partners after all. Their work and personal lives would never intersect.

He was just thankful that the vehicle maintenance department didn’t ask too many questions about the battered state of the car. Apparently, many student driving cars didn’t survive the BoTT driving tests and wound up being used for scrap metal to build cheap robots.

The next day, Cavendish was called into Mr. Block’s office to meet his new partner. Cavendish had passed his test with flying colors. He was lucky they scored him based on how alive he was rather than what he did on the road. If anyone thought to check the vehicle records, they would’ve been horrified by what Hoodlum put the car through. And Cavendish would’ve likely been mistaken for an accomplice.

“Okay, let’s see what we got here,” Mr. Block grunted as Cavendish walked into his office. Cavendish’s heart raced, and he wrung his hands while Mr. Block looked over the official document that stated who Cavendish’s new partner would be. “Recruit number 68427, Cavendish. This is your new partner, Vinnie Dakota.”

A figure stood up from the plush chair in front of Mr. Block’s desk, and Cavendish froze. That afro and leather jacket would forever be burned into his memory.

“Hoo boy,” Hoo-no, his name was Dakota, Cavendish reminded himself. As in North Dakota and South Dakota. Dakota rubbed the back of his head, avoiding Cavendish’s eyes.

“It’s you!” Cavendish gasped.

Fate sure loved her irony.

But Cavendish derived some satisfaction from knowing this was just as awkward for Dakota as it was for him.

Dakota was completely stunned, his eyes flickering between Cavendish and Mr. Block.

A bubble of anger rose up. How dare Dakota show his face here, how dare he act like he didn’t endanger their lives, how dare he pretend saving two kids was nothing, because that was the most courageous act of foolishness Cavendish had ever seen in his life.

“Wait a minute, do you two know each other?” Mr. Block asked suspiciously as Dakota stared at Cavendish as if expecting a tirade on how he would never work willingly with someone who breaks speed limits just because they couldn’t control their hunger.

Cavendish threatened to report Dakota to the proper authorities, and he was always a man of his word.

“Here it comes,” Dakota muttered, resigned to his fate.

“I’ll tell you exactly what I know about this man,” Cavendish said.

There were a million things Stretch could say that would incriminate Dakota right then and there.

Sabotaging a new recruit.

Taking an unauthorized trip through the timestream with a company-owned vehicle.

Using the company-owned vehicle for personal reasons.

Stealing his favorite lollipop.

Reckless driving.

Dakota normally didn’t give a second thought to his rulebreaking, but geez, he was feeling lower than a discarded piece of gum on a leather boot for dragging along an innocent man who could potentially do great things in his future.

“When someone is in trouble, he’s a good man to have around. Balthazar Cavendish, pleased to make your acquaintance, sir,” Stretch said, extending his hand in a formal greeting.

Shocked by Stre-Cavendish’s formality and calm but respectful tone, Dakota stared at the offered hand for several tense seconds before finally grasping it in a firm handshake.

Dakota wasn’t usually forgiven so easily, and Cavendish most definitely struck him as the type to hold a grudge. Still, it beat getting into trouble with the authorities.

On another note, didn’t he see that old surname on bananas at the grocery store?

“Pleased as well. And thanks,” Dakota finally managed.

“Don’t mention it,” Cavendish replied.

“I won’t,” Dakota grinned.

“Though I might,” Cavendish said, his eyes narrowing. “Later.”

Dakota had no doubt that his new partner would indeed follow up on that threat. “I’m sure you will.”

By this point, their handshake was less of a handshake and more just rhythmically moving their arms up and down together.

“Whatever. Get out of my office,” Mr. Block snapped.

Unwilling to be on the receiving end of Mr. Block’s wrath on the first day, they hurried out and the door automatically closed behind them.

“So, partner. What kinda mission do ya think they’re gonna send us on?” Dakota asked. They passed by a secretary’s desk, and Dakota discreetly snagged a cotton candy lollipop from the jar left conveniently on the side.

“Well, I believe they’d start us off with reviewing old cases,” Cavendish mused. “It would help us learn the patterns, see which areas of time require more of a presence, and help us catch the perpetrators who dare mess with the planet and its inhabitants. Which would include evil scientists bent on misusing the field of discovery for nefarious purposes, hunters intending to swipe the most valuable objects in history, and worst of all-”

Cavendish snatched the unwrapped cotton candy lollipop out of Dakota’s hand, stuck it in his mouth, pulled it out, and stuck it on the window behind him in one smooth flourish.

The man was so smooth at revenge.

Dakota felt a light tap along his jaw, and belatedly he realized Cavendish had closed his mouth for him because he was too stunned to do it himself.

“-lollipop thieves who revel in stealing and wasting other people’s favorite food,” Cavendish smirked. “I believe I said I’d mention it later. Don’t look so flabbergasted, man.”

“You are one petty stickler, Cavendish.”

“And you are a reckless hoodlum, Dakota.”

“Square.”

“Carjacker.”

“Stick up your butt.”

“Scoundrel.”

And that’s how Dakota knew it would be the dawn of a beautiful partnership.

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What happens in the dark

Relationship: Blush

Word count: 1872

Era: Canon

Edited: Yeaaa kinda

Additional tags: Uh badly written accents, slightly misogynistic conversations, mentions of prostitution

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”Hey, Mush! You in for a game?”

Mush stops abruptly in his tracks and looks over his shoulder. Race is playing with his dices, his hat laying forgotten on the floor beside him and a cigar hanging unlit from between his lips. Other newsies are starting to gather around him: In the lodging house, games with Racetrack are almost as popular and highly sought after as good headlines. Now there are six or so boys sitting on the floor, mostly those who are the youngest and least experienced in losing money. They are chatting excitedly among themselves. The slightly older newsies are less interested. Albert is laying in his bunk, but he’s eyeing the dices like he is considering if getting up from his comfortable position would be worth the money he could possibly win. Buttons and Henry have both gone to their respective homes, just like Davey did a while ago with an exhausted Les leaning on him heavily. Jack is nowhere to be seen, but if that means he is out visiting Katherine or just up on the roof is unclear. Mush had hoped that everyone would be too distracted to notice him leaving.

Race raises his eyebrows. ”Well?”

”Uh,” Mush says, unknowingly moving backwards towards the door. ”I’s thinking of, um, taking a walk.”

”A walk?” Finch passes by him, hair damp from washing himself before going to bed. ”It ain’t even light out.”

Mush continues to creep backwards until he can feel the hard surface of the doorway against his back. ”Imma just get some fresh air,”

”Let him go,” Albert says. ”He is probably meeting a girl, ain’t that right?” He has gotten hold of Race’s cigar, and is toying with it before Finch takes it and puts it back on Race’s bed.

”Mush ain’t got the smarts to keep a girl,” Romeo pipes up from his seat on the floor. There is a wave of snickers going through the group, and he looks pleased by this attention.

Race nudges his side. ”The only way he’d keep a girl is to pay her, ain’t that right?” There is a sound of agreement from Albert’s bunk.

The insults are good hearted and not uncommon in the lodging house, so Mush only smiles. He hopes it looks casual. ”No point trying to keep a girl with you beside me, Race,” he says. ”Ain’t my fault you’se keep scaring the pretty ones away, with your ugly mug. Now piss of and let me go on my walk, will you?”

He hopes to all the gods he does and doesn’t believe in that no one is going to question this. It seems like he is in luck. Race just grins at the banter and put his focus back on the game in front of him. Albert has taken back the cigar again. Finch only shrugs at Mush before throwing himself into his bunk.

Mush takes this as his queue to leave and quickly backs out of the doorway before anyone can stop him.

Finch had been correct, it’s almost pitch-black outside. The sole thing illuminating the area outside the front door is a wonky lamp post glowing ominously a few feet away. The warm light doesn’t reach to all of the crooks and hidden corners of the building. Mush glances over his shoulder more than once, trying to listen to any sound that might indicate someone watching him. He could probably soak anyone who’d dare to pick a fight with him. That doesn’t mean he necessarily wants to, though.

After another few seconds of silent waiting he starts walking. He doesn’t go far, only a couple of steps before turning right and sneaking around the corner of the building. There is a wired fence to keep unwanted visitors away from this area, since you can climb up to the few windows of the sleeping quarters from there. The fence was put up about a year ago, after the problem with newsies sneaking outsider friends and, if they were particularly daring, girls, into the lodging house had gotten out of hand. The fence is made out of thin metal and makes a lot of noise when Mush puts shakes it. He scales it anyway and silently cringes every time he thinks the sound of rattling fence can be heard out to the street or through the windows upstairs.

He manages to get over the edge without attracting the police or tearing his clothes, and he jumps the last few feet to the ground. His heart is beating hard in his chest, and he glances around. Here it’s even darker without any sort of artificial light. Only the half moon and the stars overhead makes it possible to see where he’s supposed to put his feet. He glances up towards the building looming over him. The lack of light should make it impossible to see what is happening, if someone was to glance down from any of the windows. That thought is comforting.

The air smells of old trash and urine. It stings his nostrils uncomfortably, but he ignores it. Without good sight he has to rely on his hands to not walk into anything. He thinks he must look pretty ridiculous like this – walking agonizingly slowly with his arms stretched out in front of him – and he is glad no one can see him. He can hear a small scattering around his ankles and he hopes the rats will ignore him in favor of the rotting food all around. Rat bites aren’t something he wants to deal with, he has enough trouble keeping himself from catching fleas from Buttons.

His foot his something solid, and he takes a sudden step backwards. His heel bangs against something behind him, and there is the unwelcome sound of metal rasping against the ground.

There is a beat of silence during which he doesn’t move, doesn’t are to make any sound. Did anyone hear that? The possibility of someone catching him out here makes his stomach curl. How would he explain himself? None of is friends would buy any excuse as to why he’d rather walk through stinking trash than be inside playing dice.

Then he can hear the sound of breathing right in front of him. ”Mush?” The voice sounds too loud for the otherwise calm and still night, but it’s also very familiar.

He can feel himself releasing a breath he was holding in. ”Blink.”

”Yeah,” Blink confirms and Mush can feel himself relax almost by instinct. ”Was beginning to think you was ditching me.”

”Nah,” Mush whispers. ”There was a holdup, Race tried to rope me into a game of dice.” His hands travel forward until they find Blink’s chest. It’s solid and warm, rising slightly in time with the puffs of air escaping his mouth. There is a small feeling of dismay in Mush stomach. ”I can’t see ya,” he complains, and Blink laughs quietly.

”I know,” he says and takes Mush’s hand in his own The warmth emitting from his skin travels to Mush and lights him up like a bit of dry wood caught ablaze. He drags Blink towards himself and removes any distance between them. Blink is a steady figure who simply embraces Mush without any sort of hesitation. Mush can feel his own heartbeat and wonders if it’s noticeable to Blink as well. He doesn’t ask, but instead lets his hand find Blink’s face. He strokes his cheek slowly.

Blink’s breath hitches. ”Think anyone can see us?” he asks, and Mush stops.

”No,” he says honestly. ”Not even we can see us, Blink.”

He laughs at that and it makes Mush break into a smile. ”You’s got a point.”

After getting that out of the way, Blink doesn’t hesitate but instead leans forward and catches Mush’s lips with his own.

When they both sneak back into the lodging house a good while later, they do so with flushed cheeks and feigned innocent looks. It is quiet in the sleeping quarters, most of the boys already sleeping or trying to fall asleep. Blink releases Mush’s hand before walking in first. Mush stands still and counts to twenty over and over again until he is completely certain it must be enough. He goes inside, trying to not disturb the ones sleeping. After first shrugging off his suspenders and then his shirt, which is already halfunbottoned, he sits down on the bed and starts the work of getting his shoes off. A small cough makes him stop and glance up.

Race and Albert are both looking at him from their respective bunks in their shared bed, Race with raised eyebrows and Albert with a knowing smirk on his lips.

Mush can feel his face growing warm under their stares, but gives them a look which he hopes is perfectly innocent. His heart is in his throat, and he swallows to force it down to where it’s supposed to be located. ”What?” he whispers.

”A walk, huh?” Race says and breaks into a grin as well. Albert snickers.

Mush blinks. ”Yes,” he says and lies down on the mattress. It’s too hot to use the blanket, so he kicks it aside. ”I like walks.”

”I bet.”

There is a second or two of silence, but he doesn’t dare glace at the bed beside him in fear of the worst. Instead he keeps his eyes fixed on the underside of the top bunk, where the mattress has sunk down from the weight of Specs.

”Don’t forget to cover up the bruise you got there,” Race says with a teasing tone. ”You don’t want people think you got into a… fight, do you?”

Mush’s fingers brush against his neck and he swallows. Dismiss. They ain’t got any real proof, after all. Deny it all. ”Don’t know what you’re talking ’bout.”

Race scoffs. ”Sure,” he says, but Mush can hear the sound of him laying down as well. ”If you ain’t gonna tell us Imma just have to ask the girls down by the bowery.”

Mush looks at him. ”The… The bowery?”

Race looks triumphant, like this is a confession. ”That’s right. No worries, we won’t tell no one.” He grins. ”But hey, nice going.”

Albert lets out a small laugh, which is immediately met by someone shushing him from across the room. Mush glances at him. His hand is covering his mouth and his body is shaking with silent laughter.

Mush’s heart rate is slowing down considerably. The bowery girls, famous for their good looks and low prices. That’s okay, then. Actually, it’s more than okay. It’s an opportunity. Tomorrow, he will go down to the bowery and ask them to cover for him. He knows a couple of them, used to run errands for them before starting to sell papes. If he find the right ones, they will help him.

”Ain’t got nothing to say, Mushie?” Albert asks. He has finally stopped laughing, but he is still smiling cockily.

Mush glances from him to Race, who looks very pleased with what they believe is proof. He sighs and rolls over. Suddenly he is very tired. ”Go to sleep, Al,” he says, and closes his eyes to the sound of his friends cooing mockingly.

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drarry-and-wolfstar-texting · 7 years

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The One Where Remus Learns.

Remus knew he was different than the others for more than the werewolf thing when he was thirteen, when he noticed that Marlene McKinnon was attractive, and so was Frank Longbottom. And when he started feeling more than small ‘he’s an attractive guy’ thoughts come up, he went to the library and found some books. He learned more about himself from those books than what he heard from his Uncle who always talked about girls and how he’d just love them when he was old enough to notice them as what they were (what his uncle thought they were at least- Remus never agreed, as no one should.), pretty things in skirts that look even prettier without skirts.

Remus learned what being gay was, that it wasn’t just a whispered word that traveled in rumors and insults, that it wasn’t a vocabulary word used in books. Remus learned that being gay wasn’t always liking the same sex, as the term ‘gay’ was often used as a blanket term. He learned about what bisexuality was, and pansexuality, and what it meant to be asexual. And he read more about everything he learned, but he read about bisexuality the most, as he felt that the more he read the more he saw himself in it.

Remus, being a boy that could not often relate to others because of his condition was fascinated and excited and he stayed in the library for far longer than he used to and read for hours at night under the covers with his wand as the only light.

He learned he was bisexual later that year, as he was outside watching the others throw snowballs while he sat under a tree with a few owls who always came to him after they finished with their deliveries. He had knew he was bisexual for some time of course, he wasn’t as oblivious as James, or as stubborn as Sirius, or quite as shy as Peter. But this was when he first said it to himself, the first time he truly acknowledged it. He smiled to himself, feeling accepted by himself on something was nice. Then he frowned, because what would the others think? Would they be upset that he was around them when he was attracted to males as well as girls? Would they kick him out of the dorm? Would they tell his secret? All of these thoughts came all at once and before Remus knew it he was crying, his shoulders shaking and his face getting colder from all of the tears. He stood up and walked to Hagrid’s without a word. Just a small wave to the owls and a dull, sad look towards his friends, who were completely unaware of what had happened.

Remus learns that he has nothing to be ashamed of and that if someone can’t accept you then they aren’t worth it from Hagrid. He had walked down to the shack, planning on asking if he could go see the hippogriffs, and before he knew it, he was being hugged by Hagrid while he cried and told the larger man all about what had him so upset. Hagrid just lets him cry until he calms down and then proceeds to ask, “well, do you think differently 'bout me for being a half-giant? Giants like to eat plants and people, so so you see me as a threat to you now?” Hagrid was nervous about letting his secret slip, but Remus hugging him tighter and telling him that he was still amazing made him grin so much that his face ached.

Remus learned how to be sure of who he was (when it came to the bisexuality) a week later. He gathered the rest of the marauders in the room and started to tell them, stuttering. Then he stopped and remembered Hagrid. People would hate Hagrid for his parentage and species, and Remus would hate those people right back, because they weren’t nice and not worth his time. So he straightened his shoulders, lifted his head and said, “I’m bisexual. I like boys and girls, and if you have a problem with that, then it’s your problem, not mine.” The other boys just looked at eachother and jumped on him, hugging him and telling him that it was great and that they’d totally help him get a boyfriend.

Remus learned how it felt to have a crush in fourth year, when Sirius held his hand before the full moon took its effects and transformed into a dog to be with him and keep him safe. He didn’t know what to do about it, so he just kept quiet about the crush and pretended it wasn’t there.

Remus learns that his feelings are returned a month before school ends in his fourth year. He and Sirius had been walking together outside, enjoying the sun, when suddenly Sirius stops turns toward Remus and smiles,“You’ll hate me for this, I’m sure of it, but I’ve liked you since third year, so imma do it anyways.” Sirius pecks Remus on the cheek and becomes a dog without another word, trotting away.

Remus learns how to date a few days later, when he manages to find Sirius and corner him. “I like you too, you dick.” He smiles at him and when Sirius asks him if he’d like to go with him to hogsmeade, just the two of them, he says yes and they go on many dates before Sirius asks him if he’d like to be his boyfriend. Remus nods and lays his head on Sirius’ shoulder.

Remus learns how to find a place of their own when their last year of school ends and he and Sirius decide to move in together. He looks around for a week while staying with his parents until finally, he finds a cute little cottage outside of the city near a forest.

Remus learns heartbreak whenever two of his best friends and a woman he had often thought of as a sister are killed in one night and the other is responsible for it.

He then learns to be extremely guilty for something that wasn’t your fault when he learns that Sirius didn’t do it.

And then he feels his heart shatter again when Sirius is pulled into death.

Remus learns what death feels like when he is killed during the second war, his wand raised. But that wasn’t enough, and he dies, holding the hand of a lovely woman that he had learned to love, but didn’t love the same way as he had loved before.

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My name is Kelly R. Can you guess why I fucking hate it?

I hate my name. People make jokes about how my name is “R. Kelly” a lot and now that this docuseries has aired about how sick and predatory R. Kelly is, I don’t laugh. I find it to be insulting and sickening. It used to be a joke to me that people would associate my being “Kelly R.” with this celebrity who peed on someone. I wasn’t fully educated on the situation so I would laugh it off. I’m ashamed of this fact. These women, these survivors, these brave females have come forward with their stories. They have detailed their abuse and recalled past events that made them tremble with sadness. I couldn’t finish the series. I personally have been through being molested as a child. I have been in abusive relationships, as well. When I came forward, I was victim blamed, and I still am. But I can only imagine what these women are going through, as I am a white woman who was victimized by people who are not famous. These women are black and were victimized by a person with power, celebrity, and money. People were trying to pay for their silence; their dignity. As a result, they were scared into silence for a long time. Their lives were forever changed by one common denominator: R. Kelly. What a piece of shit this monster is! He preyed on their naivety, their desire to use their talents for something big, their innocence. We need stronger, more lengthy consequences for people like this. We need brave people who can and will actually punish people like this, as the women who have come forward would be punished themselves for reacting and giving that asshole what he truly deserves. Speaking of... There is a song by the Insane Clown Posse (aka ICP) called “To Catch a Predator.” It speaks volumes as to what should really be done to those who prey on the innocence of children and teenagers.

I’ll just leave the lyrics here:

I'm on the internet, posing as a little girl I'm trying to lure evil into my world I tell 'em that I'm curious, and I'm only twelve Mom and dad are gone for the day, I'm by myself Buckets that I throw up are next to my computer Hoping that they show up, cuz what I'm about to do to 'em Would make the Devil sick, I sharpen my blade Fronting to this perv like I'm only in the seventh grade The doorbell rings, I gotta get him inside In my best little girl's voice, I'm like, "Hi! Come on in! I'm putting on my bikini!" Huh, and when the door shuts, that's when I let 'em see me "Hi there." I stab 'em in the neck first Cuz it hurts, get 'em where the blood squirts Carve his whole face off and make him eat it Chain him up by the foot in the basement, bleeding I'm prob'ly gonna burn for this Ain't no lesson to learn from this There's nothing Imma earn But it sure is fun (To catch a predator) I said it sure is fun (To catch a predator) And it sure is fun (To catch a predator) I'm prob'ly gonna burn for this Ain't no lesson to learn from this There's nothing Imma earn But it sure is fun (To catch a predator) I said it sure is fun (To catch a predator) Soon enough, feds will be shutting down my service Cuz people out there, think they don't deserve this Until it's your kid an old man's finger fucking Titty sucking, then you want the knife stuck in I don't blame you, that's why I catch 'em in advance While his dick is still in his pants, they never get the chance I tell 'em I'm alone and I'm only thirteen "Looking for a good time, you know what I mean?" Bring me some Funyuns and a Slurpee "Promise not to hurt me, or give me Herpes" And within twenty minutes, here comes a fucking doctor Knocking on my door, a pedophile butt-knocker "Come in, have a seat," and then I stroll in With the all-purpose hunting blade straight up his (colon?) I cut his hands off, he ain't touching nobody Chain him up by the foot in the basement, bloody [Pedo] Wait, please, mister clown, sir, you don't have to do- [Violent J] Zip it! [Pedo] Wait, please! I've got money, we can- [Violent J] Shut it, fucker! [Pedo] Please we can work this out! [Violent J] Silence, I said! Stick him next to this other fool, both left for dead Every time I walk by him, I punch him in the head Cut they fucking dicks off, stick 'em in each others mouths Now what y'all talking about!? I'm prob'ly gonna burn for this Ain't no lesson to learn from this There's nothing Imma earn But it sure is fun (To catch a predator) I said it sure is fun (To catch a predator) And it sure is fun (To catch a predator) I'm prob'ly gonna burn for this Ain't no lesson to learn from this There's nothing Imma earn But it sure is fun (To catch a predator) I said it sure is fun (To catch a predator) What's in the bag? Funyuns and condoms Why did you bring condoms? I didn't mean to! The house is getting funky, bodies in the basement, stinking What the fuck am I thinking? I put my face paint on, go downstairs and beat they ass sometimes Cuz it ease my mind Some of them are dead, and some are still living But Imma hurt 'em every chance that I'm given I hit em with the nail gun, or the stun gun They can't run, so they both mad fun I was sawing a head off when I heard the doorbell I'm not expecting any predators, but oh well I took my spot, "Come in, I'll be right there!" But I left a head sitting on the living room chair He seen it and ran, I had to give chase We cut across the lawn with my knife swinging for his face I threw it, stuck him in the back of the neck Still in my drawers, I dragged him home a bloody wreck [J and Predator fight and the Predator keeps screaming for help while J tries to make him be quiet] A bus full of high school kids watched it happen He kept screaming like a pansy despite my slapping Plus the neighbors seen it, and so did the mailman But they all never said nuttin' 'bout it again I'm prob'ly gonna burn for this Ain't no lesson to learn from this There's nothing Imma earn But it sure is fun (To catch a predator) I said it sure is fun (To catch a predator) And it sure is fun (To catch a predator) I'm prob'ly gonna burn for this Ain't no lesson to learn from this There's nothing Imma earn But it sure is fun (To catch a predator) I said it sure is fun (To catch a predator)

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